SHANNON

 

My life is but a tainted rose.

A rose, with only thorns.

Its beauty yet to feel it’s birth.

My rose was born with horns.

 

 

Then you, a thought that’s laced with love.

It hurts to say your name.

My love, so deep, my every breath.

My soulmate lost in pain.

 

 

My heart a foul, too hot to hold.

A package made in hell.

Who is this filthy little girl?

I don’t deserve loves spell.

 

 

Just a taste, and nothing else.

I watch you leave me here.

Alone again, all by myself.

I cry and cry, all fear.

 

 

My love, my heart, my precious boy.

I guess our time has passed.

To take it back, if but one wish.

I prayed to God we’d last.

 

 

Once again, I am too much.

For me, for you, for us.

I wish I was a perfect girl.

Loves strength, just not enough.